Cromwell's Rump Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

you will die ratchild
your family won't survive
all of us will fry
you continue this charade
as if it were yesterday
you can't be that dumb
even if you are just scum
british citizen
so I will tell you again
prepare evacuation
I know what you think
won't make any difference
gone in an instance
and yet still you play your games
it's as if you were insane
your empire will fold
Zionists out of control
you already know
for money will not protect
your dynasty or your sect
brotherhood o' snake
will collapse under it's weight
base disintegrate
the east you will not defeat
you have become obsolete
tensions grow by day
critical mass on the way
time will not obey
great lords you once may have been
antiquated now it seems
bear and dragon grow
to them the future does flow
missed your chance too slow
sleepwalk into third world war
led by these clowns, house o' lords
mongrel dogs they be
for they'll kill us all you'll see
just pissy wee fleas
wallow like pigs in a sty
as they preach democracy
Cromwell gave us thus
lower than a lump o' pus
now rule o'er us